I awoke as if it were the dawn of creation
the morning stars singing
the amber light of level sunlight
shining atop our earthly sea
and all the anger and stress and sorrow
faded like a disturbing dream
and my bed felt like a beach and my breathing
caught the damp salt freshness of that sea
I awoke as if I were new
though I was still me and the peace was as ever
the stillness against which we sleep and wake
praying the One our souls to take
then wiping sleep from my eyes
I was still me but different in the stillness....
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